heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Unfaithful
UNFAITHFUL AND FULL OF LIES, MANY TIMES TELLING THEM LOOKING DEAD IN MY EYES, ALL I EVER WANTED FROM YOU WAS YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,
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It’s so hard to think right now, All I can do is use all my energy to stop myself from crying. Because the last time I saw him,
Michelle JacquesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsScarred
When going back to the hospital to register for my surgery the other day, I was hurt, hurt very deep. I had a severe anxiety attack. It happened as we
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlacken Me Out From The Light
I see life through newborn eyes. I can sense if something lives or dies. It feels like such a burden. I don't want this overwhelming sensation to worsen.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCrafting the Breakdown
I wanna make you something that comes from the heart, must be why everything I make is in pieces n falling apart, you will always be the one to light up my life,
Bray MaelzerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Remember
I don't cry over you anymore. Yet you're always there in the back of my mind. Along with my thought of homework and the weekend, there is you. I remember making out in the field. I remember hiding in an abandoned house from the rain. I remember you, I remember how you used to make me feel. How I never wanted to leave you.
Muriel WeathersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnd They Say Romance Is Dead
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals
You Deserve Better
[DISCLAIMER: I wrote this a few years ago, when struggling with my own sexuality and an eating disorder.] words of affection feel clumsy in my mouth
Break
When doors fly open, staying wide for the neighbors to murmur about the 3AM noise, she sits there waiting to declare this bad day
What "I Love You" Can Mean
“I love you,” he says. It means so much when being held on my bed, head dangling away from where I should be looking, unable to move from the sudden shock of what ever happened tonight.
It's Me
I'm talking about you and me. A light and a shadow. A bright star and a dark ship. The night, the wind, the silence. The sea surrounding us.
Alone
I'm gradually slipping away from my sane reality. Hold onto my hand & try not to let go. Left behind with the understanding of tempory grew into whenever.
angel feielPublished 7 years ago in Poets